Rhymes of Bharat
Micellany # 1
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 07/2024
Mother, why do we sing and sway?
“Mother, mother, why do we sing and sway?”
Aarati, my dear, to greet Shri Hari each day.
With all we have, our hearts we share,
To show our love and utmost care.
Incense rises, fragrant and pure,
A gift to Hari, our love secure.
Fire’s glow, a lamp so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Water flows, a gentle stream,
Offered to Hari, in love supreme.
A cloth we offer, soft and fine,
To adorn the Deity, with love divine.
Flowers bloom, with colors bright,
Filling the air, with sheer delight.
A fan whispers, a gentle breeze,
Bringing comfort and ease.
The sound of the conch, far and wide,
Echoes of devotion, filling us inside.
We sway and dance, with joyful feet,
For Shri Hari, our love complete.
And after the festivities, our hearts aglow,
We share the food; with all we know.
For our culture, so rich and grand,
Spreads love and joy across the land.
So let us sing, and dance and play,
In devotion to Shri Hari, every day.
For all we have, we offer with care,
With love and joy, beyond compare.
Micellany # 2
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 07/2024
How many books?
In the quiet night, so soft and mild,
‘Father, Father,’ whispered the child.
‘How many books are there to see?’
‘Countless!’ he said with a smile of glee.
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“Must I read them all, is that my quest?”
“No, let’s love God and just do our best.
Just one book with love’s truest light,
Can guide our heart to what is right.”
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“Which book is that?” did the child ask,
A curious mind for a mighty task.
“For the light of love, one book stands tall,
The Gita, where Shri Krishna speaks to all.”
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“Why study others, then, at all?”
“To prepare your heart to hear the call.
To learn, to grow, to understand,
And walk the path that life has planned.”
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“Thank you, Father, now I see the light,”
With a hug so warm, they bade goodnight.
Micellany # 3
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 07/2024
Ma, what's God?
In the curious eyes, a question blooms,
“Ma, what’s God?” she asks in her room.
Her mother smiles, with wisdom so deep,
And gently guides her from her sleep.
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“Listen, my dear, to what I’ll share,
About Bhagavan, who’s beyond compare.
In six aspects, He reigns supreme,
In every heart, in every dream.
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He’s the richest, with treasures untold,
The strongest, with power to behold.
Most famous, His name on every tongue,
Most beautiful, like the rising red sun.
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His knowledge vast, second to none,
And carefree, like air, under the sun.
The child pondered, then asked with grace,
“Why is being all that, a special case?”
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Ah! To get these six, we roam and race,
Forgetting our father, without a trace.
We seek this here, we seek that there,
But without loving Him, true joy is rare.
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And He is the one, Supreme above,
Bliss He brings, by His gift of love.
And in the child’s heart, a seed is sown,
Of devotion to God, brightly shown.
Micellany # 4
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 04/2025
Dance of the Nakshatras
Ashvini, Bharani, Krittika shine,
Rohini, Mriga, and Ardra align.
Punarvasu, Pushya, Ashlesha bright—
Magha and Phalgunis leap into flight!
Hasta, Chitra, Swati sway,
Vishakha, Anuradha lead the way.
Jyeshtha, Moola, calm and wise,
Purva, Uttara Ashadhas rise!
Shravana sings with gentle cheer,
Dhanishtha drums we love to hear.
Shatabhisha holds a healing flame,
Bhadrapadas—two stars of fame.
Revati beams, the last to be—
Twenty-seven stars in harmony!
Moon, their friend, glides night by night,
Through every star in silver light.
Micellany # 4
© Rhymes Of Bharat, 04/2025
The Rashi Train
Mesha, Vrishabha, off we go,
Mithuna’s next with a happy glow!
Karkata comes with a gentle tide,
Simha roars with royal pride!
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Kanya smiles with wisdom true,
Tula balances all she’ll do.
Vrischika stings, but strong inside,
Dhanus shoots with mighty stride!
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Makara swims in mountain streams,
Kumbha pours out thoughtful dreams.
Meena swims in waters deep—
Twelve Rashis in a starry sweep!